by Moyeen Serneabat
One Mythical Sonnet
(Episode One)
The night, playing with violin a violet tune
So the rest of the world could remain mute
Someone here inciting dreams with a flute
I say, wind, take my melody of love to her
That she is a solitary one not living so far
Her melancholy tune and mine one as well
At the night times, that the emotions swell
A formation then reformation like the rune
Someone here losing himself into so deep
Of the melodious night, beyond the enliven
Music of the soul, it broke all the mundane
Music then wafted through sylvan breeze
Sleepless girl, singing in the middle of this
Night, putting the summer moon into sleep
One Primeval Sonnet
(Episode Two)
Inside a blurry room we sat side by side
Dipped the morning into mist outside
Crows are still asleep, they have secrecies
To keep, that lilies are to bloom tonight
To catch all the lonesome passers’ sight
With heavy breath and so drowsy eyes
Holding her hands, we sat side by side
While the mist covering the entire earth
Trains are coming in then Trains are gone
Our destinations are the different lands
She’ll go to the sea, I’ll move to the sands
She left the very morning, just she alone
And I’m still waiting till the falling night
I see, my train comes with flashing light
One Unearthly Sonnet
(Episode Three)
I am citing from the poem written in reminisce
Of the ethereal times those have been long lost
And forgotten with time sealed within the frost
It tells about all, the story, the way I loved her
And her words to come to me back no matter
How far she would ever be, and no matter even
Earth is destroyed and we are to meet in heaven
I’m citing and reciting from those languid lines
I am reading these lines from one rusting page
Over the ages, the lines, that gained some age
Premonition for the day, we shall again meet
We might move forward with trembling feet
With an unbearable pain the lines improvising,
Baby, look at the dawn, the sun is almost rising